Monday, March 28, 2011

Crimes That Don't Break Any Laws

Home



I had a lot of time to think about my life while I was away. I liked Iceland so much I've decided to move there. I hope to post some thoughts from my travel journal, but can't guarantee anything because my virtual slacker self suddenly finds real life is more important. New things are on the horizon. I'm busy with work, the gym, and learning the language of my next home. I hope everyone is well and driving their lives to places of self-reflection, personal meaning and heart. This life matters, and it's important to fulfill your destiny, whatever that is, whoever your are, wherever it takes you. Be as a bold Viking and live free. Takk fyrir. Vertu blessaður og sæll.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Traveling To Iceland
















Red - the fire produced by the island's volcanoes
White - the ice and snow that covers Iceland
Blue - for the Atlantic Ocean


Farewell, America. Iceland here I come. I've wanted to make this trip for 28 years. Some dreams, no matter how old, stay with you. Time to go find out what mine's about. Hope everyone has a great week and enjoys the return of Spring. Peace.























"The time had come, so Marvin went."

~ Dr. Seuss























Saturday, March 12, 2011

Theaters & Tickets for Atlas Shrugged (So Far)

Enter The Reactor























For too long you've been beaten down
laboring under unspeakable burdens

You are not powerless
you are a warrior god of your own inner light

This moment may only come once
Be strong and find victory

How To Be A Human Being, Pt. 2

Who Is Juno?

















The Juno archetype and name comes from Roman mythology, where Juno was the wife of Jupiter, the King of the Gods, and patron of the Roman Empire. To the Romans, Juno had a variety of roles and functions, among them being protector of the Roman people, protector of women and children, and adviser to the people, especially concerning who and when to marry. In this role as adviser, she was known as Juno Moneta.

According to the legend, around 390 BC a flock of geese in Juno's sanctuary squawked an alarm that saved the Romans from a barbarian invasion. A temple was built on the spot to honor Juno Moneta, and about a century later the first Roman mint was built across the street. The first coins had Juno Moneta on the face, and were naturally called "moneta", from which the term "money" is derived.

~ Michael O' Reilly

Friday, March 11, 2011

Thank You For Being In My Dimension



...even if we're all just a bunch of wealthy pea brains. Some-branes else we are naked bolts of lightning streaking through the universe in colors no human can see.

That Which Gives Us Life

A hairy black and white ocean



inhabited by ghosts



that remind me to give thanks for Earth's magnetosphere.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

How To Be A Human Being





Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.

~ Victor Hugo

Yet Another Reason Not To Have Kids


Report Finds Troubling Rise In Teen Uranium Enrichment

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Words Of Encouragement

"With your mind power,

your determination,

your instinct,

and the experience as well,

you can fly very high."







~ Ayrton Senna

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Memories






















Everything is quiet
Everyone's gone to sleep
I'm wide awake
But these memories
These memories can't wait


Friday, March 4, 2011

In Memory of Mohamed Bouazizi






Mohamed Bouazizi, whose sacrificial and supreme act of defiance drew our attention to the oppressive and despotic conditions under which so many of us live.

World Freedom Day



















 Once people power is recognized as able to achieve changes of great magnitude, no government will feel safe.

~ Anonymous

UFO in Brazil

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Soul of Vertical Searcher

I
the broken
the fallen
the wingless
have nonetheless risen

Paraglider - A arte de voar! from Taio on Vimeo.


If you remember me
You remember this
You remember the last time
What I was going through

But I guess it doesn't matter now

Someday
I'll be soaring above these mountain tops
At last alone with you
And you will never know

But when you feel yourself flying
That will be the song
of my memory in your heart